Originally written September 24, 2012. The content of the fourth letter is published at dawn and reads as follows: —- Declaration of War Dated the 24th of September, the King's year of 625. This document hereby formally declares war on Garrosh Hellscream by Templars of the Rose. The Rose cannot abide by […]
Originally written September 18, 2012. The following is a list quietly maintained and posted in a small office within the Cathedral of Light. The office acts as the current center of activity for Templars of the Rose. The decree is hand-written and contains no text or seal flourishes. The list is accessible to those wearing […]
Originally written November 21, 2012. It was a new routine. She awoke at the first pale wash of dawn, her bare feet felt the chill wooden floor with each step across the bedroom. Instead of armor, she donned a robe, her fingers moving slower, less assured over each delicate fabric fold. The make and pattern […]
Originally written November 24, 2012. "Who is sending these invitations?" Arialynn inquired the next morning of her husband. Taldrus squinted at her from the opposite end of the room. The morning was still fresh and its sun shone in his eyes. "My guess would be Calithos. They are also only addressed to you, […]
Originally written November 26, 2012. "Lady Dawnfield, a pleasure to more properly meet you in person, and thank you for accepting my invitation." "Afternoon. Your letter stated that you wished to speak of finances." "Of course. But you neglected the rest of my letter regarding your health and your extended stay in Stormwind. […]
Originally written January 8, 2013. Dawn woke in a different way to Pandaria that the Eastern Kingoms, or at least it seemed to Arialynn Dawnfield’s mind. From her window framed with a molded serpent scale trim, the lady knight took note of the rising morning. The light of the sun brilliantly shone through the round […]
Originally written January 21, 2013. She focused on the knife and listened. Its blade kept close as the sounds of the festival faded altogether behind them, separated from her flesh only by a layer of thin cotton. The knife, something perhaps inconsequential in her earlier days of armor, hammer, and shield, kept her still […]
Originally written January 27, 2013. Their short rest was interrupted by the sound of a tiny hiccup and a cry. Both Arialynn and Taldrus stirred, but the latter was quicker. With a gentle hand, he lifted the waking newborn that lay swaddled in linens between them and comforted its cries. The baby initially quieted at […]
Originally written January 28, 2013. A crackling fire warmed her as rain coated the outside window pane. Gently bobbing on its hook over the fire, a cast-iron kettle murmured in anticipation of a boil. Atop the mantle, a clock with telltale Gnomish design clicked and whirred the hour: 3 o’clock, afternoon. Across the hearth, […]
Originally written February 3, 2013. She found sudden solace in the rhythmic crackling of the fire and the weight of armor on her arm. Her arm flexed, testing the limits of the armor, how it molded to the movement of her forearm, whether it crooked properly as she bent her elbow. There was familiarity in […]
Originally written April 10, 2013. Morning came to Stormwind different than other cities Arialynn once knew. Gilneas at sunrise and sunset bore the same overcast and dawn in Theramore often began with a fitful sea squall. But Stormwind’s Spring morning seemed to always arrive with a trumpeting call. The call sounded swiftly, with the sun’s […]
Originally written April 11, 2013. The taste of Pandaren tea matched the smell of the land’s air and sight of its landscapes. This sudden pensive thought struck Arialynn as odd, given her usual lack of such romantic reflection. But the tea nonetheless tasted like a poem, its aromas simultaneously sharp and sweet, its aftertaste a […]
Originally written May 17, 2013. Not a full year has passed since Theramore, but so much as changed. As the Rose still takes seed in Westguard, we are often uprooted by our missions overseas. We are perhaps better suited as a vagrants, without a port except what we can borrow or take, Alliance or Horde. […]
Originally written June 3, 2013. The sea still churned from the storms of the night before. With one hand braced against the wooden rail, Arialynn's gaze remained fixed on the center of the fleet: towering and immense, The Tyrant stared out at all directions. Even the vast distance between it and the decks of The […]
Originally written June 25, 2013. Ashenvale. Arialynn could readily count the number of times she set foot in the elven forest. Every visit was fresh and new. It was truly a sight: blue mist filled the crevices between hills, flowers grew thick as blankets, and trees dwarfed the stone pillars that raised Stormwind City to […]
Originally written June 26, 2013. A pulsing beat, warmed by a flame. With each pulse, the flame renewed its steady embrace. Blood flowed where it shouldn’t, spilling where holes shouldn’t have been. But with each pulse, a vein healed, a hole closed. Blood still flowed, but tiny cages of flesh slowly rebuilt themselves around it. […]
Originally written Feb. 5, 2009. I have returned to Icecrown to the battle that began at the Howling Fjord shores. The Highlord is inspiring. It has been too long since any paladin order has held structure or shape – since the Third War, as memory serves. It is good to have a sort of cohesiveness […]
Originally written Feb. 8, 2009. There are times when my thoughts of allies back home distract me too much during battle. Unexpectedly, the Scourge amassed a large offensive at the Broken Front, taking myself and my few other Crusade brothers and sisters by surprise. The battle was nearly a slaughter until reinforcements from the Vanguard […]
Originally written Aug. 11, 2009. It's been months since I put Meishka to rest. I write that name with full conviction, despite how until her last moments she insisted on the title Blightmistress Geneave. But my former squire's tirade continues to haunt myself and the Templars, even though for months I thought her misguided […]
Originally written Sept. 30, 2009. The Commander is missing. The Marksman broke the news, although he was halfway to Northrend by the time it was announced over the guildstone. The most elite of our numbers set out to retrieve him, but now he spends his days far from his children and with his mind wandering […]
Originally written Oct. 20, 2009. Kanta Wildsabre has been arrested by our own forces, and jailed in the Theramore barracks until his trial can be carried out. Finding a judge willing to prosecute a Kal'dorei for murdering a member of the Horde may prove difficult in these times, perhaps even impossible. In the meantime, the […]
Originally written Nov. 6, 2009. The situation with Kanta Wildsabre has not improved, but it seems that at least the bond between myself and Akilana has reformed. My actions were misinterpreted, and misinterpreted horribly. I was a fool for not catching it earlier, her wounds went on for days. This was something that I ordinarily […]
Originally written Nov. 12, 2009. The chase is over yet again, the Marksman has turned himself in. His injuries were hardly changed from the last skirmish between him and Templars. It seems that he has run out of resources, and lost his drive. He was permitted one night of rest with his children, and has […]
Originally written Nov. 17, 2009. Severince has returned. This is a twist that I did not anticipate. He taunted and threatened Templars over the guildstone, to which the Marksman foolishly replied. I had him moved from Theramore to a safer, unknown location in the late hours of last night, to remove temptation for Severince to […]
Originally written Dec. 9, 2009. Tactician Harple has spent days deep in research. In light of our former commander returning to us, as well as returning to her health, I have not spread the news among the Templars yet: something new is brewing. A strange artifact was sent to Harple Firehand, its origin unknown, […]